Whispers Of Life Poem by GST GST

Life is a ocean, galaxy, wild and free,
Flowing through time, to the endless sea.
It start as a voice, a delicate stream,
carrying the weight of a newborn dream.

Each dawn is a gathering of love, emotions to dance,
Flowing through the valleys of destiny and chance,
Somedays gentle, somedays rough,
Teaching the soul to be content and enough.

Mountains rise, so as life shades it cast,
Flowing storms of sorrow, choices made.
Yet the loss of life, drinks us deep,
blooming with new promises we vow to keep.

Hands we hold tight, then hands we miss,
Memories shared a bright bliss.
Footprints fade by pass of time, but impact stays.
In heart of a man, we touch the ways.

The flow of sea to river of life, is not same, its slows
Silver, grey tides when youth are born to be old.
And greets many unknown,
It sings and sinks the way the life has shown.

For life is a brightest of all the star that shines,
Woven with darkness, stitched with threads of night and day.
A voice that whispered in embryo,
Is a fleeting moment filled with grace and blow.